Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ghana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.